Children of the Sand

Take me for granted, I hate how I’m planted
Were you born for drinking blood
Tell me you need it, help me create it
How does it feel to be reborn
I believed for so long, that everything went wrong
It all went wrong because of you
I created the demons without any reasons
I guess that’s what sick people do
I can hear them in my head
They won’t stop until I’m dead
They call me a terror, the vil ring bearer
They’ll tll you that I’ve lost my mind
An empty shell now filled with hell
You’d better run and hide